Disclaimer: Not mine, not now, nor will it ever be.

A/N-Thank you for all the reviews. I'm so sorry this took so long to get out, but writer's block decided to pay me visit right in the middle of writing this. Thank you for your paitience with me. Ok, now to answer some reviews:

mindfreakingness- Thanks, that's very helpful. Do you happen to know where my grammer was off so I can go back and fix it?

Hippielover459- Here's your update, lol.

ivory- I hope this chap. answers your question. It'll start out friendship and then progress into romance.

MidEarthHighLanders- Wow, thank you so much for the compliments.

Virg- I know, those are my favorite types to read. Keep writing though, you never know what might happen.

Ok, I do believe that's all. This song is from Cradle of Filth. Listen to them, their good beyond belief. Now on with the next chapter!

Chapter3 Absinthe With Faust

The Welcoming Feast went on longer than it had gone before, quickly becoming much more than Draco could bear. He'd had a headache growing all day, and now the constant hustle and bustle of noise in the background made the pounding increase tenfold. Shoving his still full plate towards Crabbe, he got up and made his way out of the Great Hall, pausing a moment to relax in the quiet hallway before heading down to the nearest bathroom. Little did he know that a pair of emerald green eyes were following his every move.

Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through kiss catharsis

Pushing through the door, Draco made his way over to the sink. Setting his bag down on the ground next to him, he leaned his forehead against the cool glass, sighing in relief as it eased his headache. Quickly turning on the cold tap, he splashed the cold water on his face, taking the rest of the pain away. Looking down at his bag, he opened it and pulled out a book, transforming it into a small crystal goblet. Next he pulled out a small bottle hidden deeply inside the bag and un-shrank it. Draco poured a generous amount of the emerald liquid into his glass, tossing it down with practiced ease. He poured another, and another, not caring anymore if anyone should stumble in and see him.

Let us pitch to the seven-year itch
Of the ultra-decadent
To a tainted world and the painted girls
That our fantasies spent

The door quietly opened and shut, a black figure darting quickly inside the bathroom. Draco thought he might have heard something, but he couldn't care less. He didn't see the figure sticking to the shadows as he pulled his knife out and shoved his sleeve up, slicing his arm anyway he could. Draco was numb to the world.

Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes
Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams
A toast to those most sacrilegious of days
Where for every whim won
One soon repays

Vaguely he felt tears dripping down his face. What's this? Draco thought as he brought his hand to his cheek, feeling the wet trails coursing down it and on to the floor, mixing with the blood and alcohol he'd spilt. Am I crying? He wondered as he pulled his hand away and stared at the moisture gathered on his fingertips.

(Harry's POV)

Is Malfoy crying? Why? He hasn't felt pain like I have, Harry thought bitterly to himself. He continued to watch as Draco pulled out his knife and was hard pressed not to gasp audibly at the sight of his arm. There's not one bit of skin that's not scarred, he mused. Much like my own arm, he finished, rubbing his arm.

We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned
The damned
The damned
The damned

Harry made a decision, and stepped out from the shadows, walking slowly towards Draco. A few feet away he stopped and waited for Draco to acknowledge his presence before coming any closer.

We have spent our time
Drenched in opulent splendor
But when midnight chimes
Will gilded souls surrender?

(Draco's POV)

He stared at his hand, watching the cool liquids mix and trace intricate patterns across his skin. Slowly he became aware that he was being watched. Squinting up at the fuzzy figure, he forced his eyes to focus, bringing Harry into view.

"Potter, is that you?" Draco slurred.

"Yeah it's me. What the bloody hell are you doing Malfoy?" Harry questioned.

"Nothing," he muttered, trying to hide his arm behind his back.

"Malfoy, I've already seen your arm," Harry said flatly, pulling out his wand. "Here, hold still. Sobrimos."

"Aw, bloody hell Potter, why'd you have to do that?" Draco moaned, the world slamming back into him.

"Because trying to talk with you drunk doesn't make any sense," Harry shot back quickly. "Now why were you cutting and drinking?"

Let us drink on the giddying brink
Of pools of excrement
All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz
Mephistopheles lent

"Why the fuck do you care?" Draco swore angrily.

"I care because no one should feel so much pain inside that they have to hurt themselves physically to release that pain," Harry said quietly. "I care because I speak from experience."

I remember the night as if it were engraved
A bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves
To the shore from the moon and by her grace
Came that erudite stranger
That fucker

"I care because I speak from experience." Those words played over and over in Draco's head. "What do you mean, you speak from experience?" he asked, slightly suspicious of what was about to be said.

Harry sighed. He hadn't meant to say that, but he couldn't take it back now. "I'm a cutter too, Malfoy," he said plainly.

He was a predator, creditor cold
Our blood was shoved on the yellowing scrolls
And all that glittered was not gold
But we wanted everything
And for it all lost our souls

"Where are your scars then?"

"I hide them behind a glamour," Harry said, silently cursing his big mouth.

"Show me," Draco pleaded, needing to see that perhaps he wasn't so alone after all.

Come my friend, to fate let's raise
Two finger shots at this our last soiree
For tomorrow I fear
Swoops all too deadly near
This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate

Draco watched in amazement as Harry dropped the glamour, each scar coming into view. He let out an involuntary gasp as he realized how many scars Harry had. From what he could see his arms alone had a hundred each at least.

We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned
The damned
The damned
The damned

"You see," Harry whispered, dropping to his knees in front of Draco, holding out his wrist next to the blonde's, "We're not so different after all."

Draco stared mutely at their wrists, realizing after a moment what Harry had said. "You're wrong!" he cried, jumping to his feet and gathering his stuff. "We're nothing alike!" he screamed as he ran out the door.

(Harry's POV)

Harry watched as Draco left abruptly. Sighing, he quickly put back the glamour and stepped out into the hallway, watching the retreating back. Draco, what a tangled web we weave. Turning, he quickly walked back to the Great Hall and rejoined his friends, his mind whirling over all that had transpired.

He was a predator, creditor cold
Our blood was shoved on the yellowing scrolls
And all that glittered was not gold
But we wanted everything
And for it all lost our souls
Our souls,
And for it all lost our souls
Our souls

A/N- Well, there you have it. What do you think?